New Projects

I love having a new project. I love finding something old and used from a garage sale, or in our case Craigslist, and making it new and loved again. I've decided Roxie needs to be freed from her crib and released into a big girls bed. She is very excited by all this. Last time we went to Utah she slept in a big girls bed at her Grandparents and has NOT forgotten it. Most times when I put her in her crib to sleep, she will mention the big girls bed she slept in at Grandma's house and how much she liked it. So, it's time and I started my search. I ended up finding a cute, simple white bed from a nice lady that was a steal of a price. We figured there's no purpose in buying a brand new bed because Roxie is still young and will most likely bang this one up pretty good herself. So, I'm excited. It needs to be sanded and painted again and I'm dying to get at it. I get kind of crazy with new projects. I inherited my Dad's genes for anxiousness when it comes to projects. I want to get it done today. I don't want to waste a second. I want to sand, paint and set it up in a matter of hours. I'm delusional and I don't see why this is a problem. Thank goodness for Matt because I would have stayed up until very late last night trying to finish it all. But it the next couple of days it should be finished and then I'll post some pictures.

In the meantime, I'm in complete denial that Roxie is even old enough to be in a big girls bed. I can't believe how grown up she is. She's drinking out of a normal cup, plays by herself, plays make believe, undresses herself, counts to ten, knows her numbers, and mimics everything we do. I'll catch her "talking" on the phone and saying things like "are you kidding?" and "I'm so excited, we'll be there!" It's so cute. I'm loving this age. Every time I turn around she is doing something to surprise me. She's cute and naughty, I guess such cuteness comes with a price.